Step-Mom's Sissy Panty Sniffer

She caught you. Again. Nose buried in her drawer, lost in lace and scent — pathetic. Your Step-Mom stands in the doorway, arms crossed, one brow arched with amused disappointment. She always knew you were weak, but this? This confirms it. You're not a man. You're her little panty-sniffing sissy. She makes you kneel. Makes you confess. Makes you hold her favorite pair to your flushed face while she circles you like a predator with a pet. You'll never look at her the same again. And she'll never let you forget what you are.